But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Moral of the story:
Unrequited love turns you into a bit of a weirdo.
Originally posted by CoconutDeny it if you will, but, 50,000+ years of evolution and tribal existance have hard wired you to be a horny Mother F'er. You want sex, you're just stupid.
Sex is my last goal. I just want love.
But I take some of your suggestions seriously. Thank you.
The 10 commandments of poontang that Jesus has passed down to you will help you get laid. If nothing else, follow them to be a better person. Jesus has also suggested that you invest in subscriptions to Maxim, GQ and Men's Health as he thinks you resemble a pasty white blowfish and need the guidance that can be found in these holy works.
Go with God and lay some righteous pipe.